10.10.2003, 4:19 am

(zen + poop) * the promise of a ton of weed = only way im going to get this project done

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its a little past 4 in the morning. i have to finish a programming assignment and still have a ways to go. jen was here for a little while keeping me company, but she's gone now. i've felt like shit, been rejuvenated, and felt like even more shit already - the usual cycle of despair during an all-nighter.

two things keep me going:

1) this weekend is going to be off the fucking hook. the hook will be nowhere to be found. OFF IT. annie wants to take us to the met one day, among other weed-enhanced adventures, and i couldn't be more psyched.

2) taking a dump. i swear to go, every time i go, i come back revitalized like it was a zen experience. i guess you always need to sit down at some point and really release all the tension, so to speak. clear your mind and your bowels. so much easier to think, barring sleep deprivation.